Meow Ba

Chapter 108 Clues, Tests

The police car flashing blue and red flashed across the car-free streets of Orange County at night, and finally came to the opposite of the Target department store—and it was more than ten kilometers away from the Orange County Police Headquarters.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Turning off the flashing police lights, Officer Patton got out of the car and beat on the wooden door continuously with his thick fists—it is hard to imagine that in a modern city surrounded by high-rise buildings and shiny glass doors, there will still be Such an old structure remains.

"It's closed! I want to buy something and come back tomorrow!"

An angry old voice came from inside the wooden door, and Lorraine could even hear the sound of the bolt being pulled. He immediately drew out his gun vigilantly and pointed it at the wooden door.

"Ronnie, it's me."

"I have something to ask you."

Obviously, Officer Patton knew the old voice inside. After a moment of silence, Lorraine heard the sound of putting down the gun, and then there was a sound of footsteps, and the wooden door creaked open.

"Come in, I'm ready for bed."

A tired old man with long gray curly hair and the same gray beard appeared behind the door. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and signaled Officer Patton to go in. Naturally, Lorraine followed behind.

Behind the wooden door is a small messy shop. On one side is a small tempered glass counter with several guns inside. There are also several shotguns hanging on the wall behind the counter. On the other side of the room is a workbench with There are countless gun parts piled up in a mess, leaving only a gap where people can barely sit down, illuminated by a small yellow light.

"Like last year, your place will never change."

As if feeling a little emotional, Officer Patton looked around and sat down on the stool next to the workbench. Lorraine also put away the gun and stood next to Officer Patton.

"Coffee, or plain water?"

"I don't have tea here."

"Just talk about anything else, I'm going to bed."

With bags under his eyes drooping, Ronnie came out of the back room, put a cup of coffee in the hands of Officer Patton, and yawned casually—the two were old friends, and they joined the army and carried guns together, but Officer Patton passed the entrance examination after retiring. Ronnie opened a gun shop because of his wailing for guns.

"You are still so casual, no wonder you can't find a wife."

"No, you modified this gun here, right? A few have been sold, and I need their information."

After receiving the document from Lorraine, Officer Patton handed it to Ronnie, which was exactly the anesthesia gun that had just appeared in the surveillance video.In fact, this piece of paper was also intercepted from the surveillance video.

"The anesthesia gun modified by M25 is 1125MM in size, the barrel length is 639MM, the weight is 4.5 kg, the effective range is 300 meters, and it is loaded with two rounds. It is indeed my modification."

"I only changed 8 of this gun, and sold all of them, but I have records of the gun license number and social security number of the person who bought the gun."

In the United States, buying and selling guns and refitting guns is a normal business, but only with a government-issued gun license will the gun store sell guns to you, and every gun sold must correspond to the number of the gun license. And synchronized with the police system.

Moreover, due to the requirements of the California government, all fully automatic weapons are not allowed to be sold to private individuals, even if they have a gun license, so firearm modification is quite popular in California.

"That's where the tranquilizer guns go."

"In addition to the gun license, I also asked for a hunting license before I sold it."

Although Ronnie's shop is small and dilapidated, business is still booming because of Ronnie's craftsmanship in modifying guns.

Holding a coffee, he walked to the computer connected to the police. Officer Patton glanced at the screen, and then walked aside to talk to Ronnie. They haven't seen each other for a long time. If there is no such emergency, maybe there will be one or two more Yue will meet at the veterans party.

And Lorraine picked up his mobile phone, took a photo on the screen, and then recorded a total of three columns, eight rows and 24 strings of numbers with a pen and paper-old Ronnie has a good habit. Every time he changes a gun, Will be engraved with its own number for traceability or maintenance.

After Lorraine finished copying, Officer Patton's coffee cup was also empty. He bid farewell to old Ronnie, and the two returned to the Orange County Police Headquarters with clues.

…………

"Squeak!"

With the sound of the door opening, a light came in, waking Ron up from his sleep, rubbing his eyes with his fur claws, Ron immediately saw the middle-aged Alfred and the Mohican boy Amos outside the door .

"Cut off that obtrusive police sign, and then we'll test the fat cat's combat effectiveness."

Apparently, the middle-aged man named Alfred is not a housekeeper, but more like a gardener and a pet breeder—even in the days approaching winter, he still only wears a vest, revealing his red and strong muscles, covered with It's animal scratches.

"Okay, sir."

With a promise, Alfred moved out the iron cage containing Ron, and then opened several other iron cages. Immediately, the pit bull and the bull terrier quickly ran out of the iron cage and surrounded the Mohegan. Beside the boy, the last one was the little leopard-like serval slowly tiptoing out.

"Master, do you want to feed it first?"

"Alright."

There was dog food and cat food spilled in the food bowl, so the pitbull and bull terrier immediately started eating happily, and the iron general in front of Ron's cage was also opened, and a small handful of cat food was put into a cat food bowl.

Very fishy, ​​very light.

But in order to have strength, Ron forced himself to eat all the cat food, and there was not a single one left.

"Okay, we're done eating, let's start the test."

The Mohican boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his cold tone already showed a ruthless tone, involving pit bulls and bull terriers, and he nodded to Alfred.

With that, the latter picked up the iron cage and brought it to the side of the room where Ron stayed last night - a ring as big as the octagonal iron cage used by AFC appeared in front of him, obviously this was the test site.

The octagonal iron cage was obviously specially designed to open a small window. Alfred opened the cage door and buckled it on the small window, then picked up a pole and poked Ron's buttocks. Ron with the buckler was like Like a ball fell into the octagonal iron cage.

And the Mohawk boy looked at the dogs around him, picked a pit bull from among them, and put it in the octagonal iron cage.

"Perform yourself well."

"If you can't beat it, you will die."

Caressing the back of his hand, the Mohican boy showed his white teeth, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth—although the swelling on the back of his hand has subsided after a few days, the pain has been firmly remembered by his petty mind , maybe only when the fat cat in the iron cage in front of me dies, will it be possible to slowly fade from memory.

(End of this chapter)